Akim took in a breath.

     He had promised Fane that he'd meet him at Sokolniki park, as always.

      But, Fane had been late--that wasn't like him.

       Akim decided that he'd go to see Fane at his apartment.

      Once he reached Fane's apartment, he knocked on the door.

       Fane opened it, letting him in.

       Fane gulped, turning to Akim. "You shouldn't be here!"

       "Why not?" Akim questioned, his heart starting to race. He so desperately wanted to ask Fane what was wrong upon seeing his demeanor, but he couldn't bring himself to.

       "They've found me," Fane simply said.

         "Who?" Akim felt his heart start to beat even faster.

       That question wasn't answered--well, at least not verbally.

        There came a pounding sound from the otherside of the apartment door.

        "You need to hide," Fane said, ushering him down the hall.

         There had been some protest from Akim, but in the end, he still hid.

           Just in time too.

          The door burst open and a man shot Fane in the head with zero hesitation.

           Fane collapsed to the ground right away--bleeding out.

           The man spit on Fane, turning back toward the door.

          Akim slunk out of his hiding spot and placed the bouquet of flowers that he had picked for Fane earlier today on Fane's chest.

        Akim glanced toward the man who had been walking toward the door.

          Rage filt Akim.

          Suddenly, he pulled out his pocket knife and launched forward.

          Akim left a deep stab wound in the man's neck.

         He slipped the knife back into his pocket.

          Then, Akim's eyes grew wide--it only just now registered to him of what he had done…. He had killed someone.

         His mouth began to grow dry. He ran out the door and found himself on a nearby bench.

          Then, Akim just cried.